The air was heavy, a wet quality clung to it and lingered in Adelynn’s nose as consciousness began to return to her.

She blinked her eyes open, feeling the heaviness and sting of her eyelids. All her senses seemed dampened. She could hear voices, but they sounded soft and far away. And she saw some light, but not enough to make out the stationary dark shapes nearby.

She rolled over to her side, feeling the stiff muscles in her legs and back protest.

More voices murmured over one another. She could tell that there were at least a dozen people talking - probably more - but she couldn’t make out the words or identify the voices. Just the hum of language.

She closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened. Where she was. How she’d gotten here.